Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(14)

“Why?”

“She’s awake right now, man,” Blaine said.

“Really?” Jett asked. He started to push by Blaine. “What did she say…”

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” Blaine said.

“It’s my problem, whatever it is. Just f*ck off for now, man, okay?”

“You’re digging this chick. I love it. Must be good * between those legs of hers, huh?”

“What the f*ck…”

“I lifted the shirt. Had a little peek. That’s smooth… like a good scotch.”

“Blaine,” Jett growled.

“I’m out,” Blaine said and lifted his hands. “I’m out, I’m out, I’m out. Take it easy, man. Don’t do anything stupid with this.”

Jett went into the room and saw Lena sitting up. Her hair was a little messy and it drove Jett wild. He took the food and coffee to the nightstand and then crouched down a little. He touched Lena’s shoulder and she quickly shook him away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Lena looked at him. She looked around the room again. Then she looked at the food. “What is that?”

“Food,” Jett said. “Coffee.”

“Can I have some coffee?”

“Yeah, take it.”

Lena took the mug. She sniffed it then sipped it. Jett stood up and made fists.

Something’s wrong.

“We have to talk about last night,” Jett said. “I need answers right now.”

“Answers to what?” Lena asked. She put the coffee mug down on the nightstand and looked up at Jett. “What happened last night?”

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” Jett asked. “Don’t play bullshit with me. Should I show you the shirt? Refresh your memory?”

“What shirt?” Lena asked. “I’m wearing a shirt.”

Jett opened his mouth and stopped. He looked into Lena’s eyes.

Bullshit…

There was a knock at the door.

Jett backed up and didn’t turn until he was at the door. When he opened it, Blaine stood there holding a mug of coffee and a small bottle of whiskey.

“Figured you’d need this by now,” he said.

“What?”

“Did she tell you yet?” Blaine asked.

“Tell me what, man? I’ve got to get this sorted out…”

“Yeah, good luck. She doesn’t remember a f*cking thing, Jett. She doesn’t even remember her own damn name.”





six.



Lying.

It was the one thing Lena knew how to do well. How to fake everything in life. Happiness, love, peace, add in any f*cking word you want. It was something she learned at a young age. The fights between her parents that turned violent and little Lena walked in on the physical altercations, never allowed to show emotion towards it. Because if she cried, her mother got louder. And if her mother got louder, her father got more violent. The cycle going and going and going… but if Lena rubbed her eyes, yawned, and pretended she had woken from a bad dream, the fight would end. Her parents would take her to bed and get her back to sleep. Yeah, her Daddy’s breath smelled like whiskey. Yeah, her Mommy had blood on her teeth. But they weren’t fighting anymore.

That’s what faking it did.

It fixed a lot of things.

Including this…

Waking up in the clubhouse of Back Down Devil MC, the entire night was fresh on her mind. Leaving poor Annie and going to see Victor. Then running from Victor and that big lunk of an *. And finally… stabbing Victor and getting hit by the big lunk.

Of course, there was more locked in Lena’s mind. Including the uncontrollable urge that had attacked her when she opened her eyes the first time and saw someone as rough and sexy as Jett hovering over her.

Jett.

What a f*cking name.

What a f*cking cock, too.

She couldn’t remember the last time her body had been so engaged like that. The way he slowly and carefully stripped her of her bloody shirt. The way he gently touched her, fighting his own urges. And then when he finally did let go, he ravaged her in a way that left Lena feeling alive. Really alive. Finally, for once.

But that was all last night.

Now she had to fake this to get out of it. There was no way anyone could know who she was, or that she was affiliated with Victor and all his mob ties. It wasn’t fair to Back Down Devil MC. And if the stab wound did kill Victor, the target on Lena’s back was a mile wide. And that included anyone near her.

Which put into place the plan for the day… to get the f*ck out of here.

The first biker she saw was a guy named Blaine. He was a dickhead. A complete ass that looked up her shirt. Literally lifted the shirt and looked at her naked body. She had to playfully stir and wake up. Her first instinct was to lie, and she confessed to Blaine she had no idea who she was. He bought it, but only because his eyes were wondering what the rest of her naked body looked like and tasted like.

Then came Jett.

Seeing him had the same effect on her body as it did last night. Now that was a hard thing to fight off, especially moving her shoulder when he touched her. She played dumb with the mug of coffee, sniffing it as though it were some foreign liquid.

Lena scrambled trying to figure out how to make it all seem real. Did people with amnesia remember food? Remember how to breathe? Remember how to blink? What did they think about?